Villager of Daming

Chapter 659 Thousand Miles of Rivers and Heart Pill

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't care what a group of ministers thought. Anyway, he was happy not because he was praised, absolutely not.

He was scratching his head at the moment, and a little angry. He looked around, why can't you, an expert like you, see us?
You said you gave us so much, how can we still treat you badly?You help us, but you still avoid us, you...

"Hanhan, do you think it would be great if you were an expert?" Zhu Yuanzhang thought about seeing Hanhan standing on the horse next to him, with an iron stick spinning in each hand.

"Hey? Hanhan, I, Gao, ride! Hey, hey, hey!" Zhu Wentian cooperated.

"Oh my god! Yes! It's high when you're riding a horse." Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath and tried to calm his mind.

"Yeah!" Zhu Wentian nodded.

Some of the surrounding ministers looked calm, while others shook their heads slightly. Hu Weiyong showed a trace of contempt when he looked at Zhu Wentian.

Zhu Yuanzhang adjusted his mentality: "What Yichang said is true. It should be like this. The Yangtze River flows forever and the Dongting Lake catches endless fish. It should be like this!"

He decided to follow the village chief's method to win over the people and develop the local aquatic economy.

Other ministers did not add or object. Their thinking could not keep up. This was not the way things were done before.

How could His Majesty ask just where he thinks or talks?Give others time to react!

"Go back tomorrow. It's getting colder. Let's take a look at what's going on in the imperial city." Zhu Yuanzhang felt relieved and thought about returning.

It's not that Xiaqiu Village is not a good place. It's uncomfortable for him to live here. He would rather live here because it is smaller and less empty than the palace.

He was afraid that he would lose his fighting spirit, and living in Xiaqiu Village was too cozy.

Only the imperial city can inspire him and rule the world.

If you really want to rest, the same goes for Xiaqiu Village outside Chaoyangmen. There is also a children's amusement park, pond, pavilion, cloisters and pavilions.

Many ministers suddenly felt a sense of loss and expectation.

They were disappointed because once they left, they would not be able to go to Xiaqiu Village outside Chaoyangmen. If Xiaqiu Village here was comfortable, the one over there would probably be more comfortable.

The expectation is to finally go back, so that I can go home and reunite with my family, and there are many 'local specialties' here, and I haven't even gone back during the Mid-Autumn Festival!
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"How many areas are still left unfinished? Hurry! Borrow animals from other places to help."

In Sichuan Province, Liu Weiqian, who was just mentioned by Zhu Yuanzhang as a political participant, was busy coming and going. He was in charge of the disaster-stricken area.

If a disaster occurs normally, the officials responsible for local government affairs will be sad and the people will suffer.

Liu Weiqian was not sad. No one died due to the flood, but some vegetable fields were washed away. When the news came from the palace, the food crops had not been planted yet, so they simply stopped planting and left the seeds.

There are cold-resistant vegetables in Sichuan in winter. Before the flood came, people stopped gardening in advance.

Everyone ran to the mountains. They felt uncomfortable. How could they be better at home?And with a pile of bricks and wood.

Liu Weiqian was obviously torn in his heart. He didn't know whether he was expecting a flood or not.

Then the heavy rain fell, and the water in the river swelled wildly, finally overflowing the river bank.

Seeing that moment, he stopped worrying, but some people cheered, as if the flood was a festive thing.

The flood will eventually end, leaving behind a mess of branches, straw sticks, dead beasts in the river, mud...

With psychological preparation and psychological construction, the people waited for the flood to recede, went down the mountain to see the situation, and then worked under the organization of the yamen.

Get rid of some messy things and pile up the silt, waiting to be fertilized.

It was obviously a disaster, but the people just felt a little tired, but their faces were filled with smiles, and they hummed folk songs while working.As promised before, with compensation, we can build a better house and increase the area.

The people are not short-sighted. Compared with their lives, these jobs are nothing.

Someone smart said that!Your Majesty has the people of Sichuan in mind. It is said that this time, several senior officials from the Qintian Prison were punished by God for leaking secrets.

Even so, he stopped when he was calculating. Finally, His Majesty personally went to the observatory, stepped on the Seven Star Steps, faced the sky as the emperor, pointed his sword at the Big Dipper, and turned the seven stars upside down. Only then did he know that there was going to be a flood here.

After His Majesty finished the test, he went back and lay down for three days before getting up. He was almost taken away by Heaven, but some experts used other techniques to hide it from Heaven and got His Majesty back.

It's been spread like this, and the more it spreads, the more people believe it. Anyone who dares to say this is wrong is trying to bring trouble to the world. He should be caught quickly, dig a hole and bury him.

"I borrowed it. Everyone is working hard, very hard." the official replied.

"Hmm! Have the green cabbage seedlings grown? Master! What a blessing to the Ming Dynasty!" Liu Weiqian asked again and sighed with emotion.

He was afraid, and his heart was filled with awe. He felt that if he had not knelt completely, who else would he be without trembling?

Make arrangements from the beginning of spring, and then tell them what to plant so that they can be sold next year to help people increase their income and offset the losses caused by floods.

It was still sunny and sunny at that time!Your Majesty has even thought about next year. Is there anything more terrifying than this?
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"Weiqian, what else is there besides these?" When Liu Weiqian went home in the evening, his wife prepared a meal and worried about the people with him.

"No, it means to raise the seedlings first and then transplant them instead of planting the seeds directly. The date is accurate! It is indeed the right time to raise the seedlings. They know the local climate very well."

Liu Weiqian shook his head. He wanted to go back now and find an expert. It would be better if he could become a disciple.

"Ask me! They say I write the question book once every ten days. You can write it every day. We are upstream and can deliver news to Nanjing quickly.

Try this. It's made from green cabbage heads. It's cooked and then stir-fried with meat. It's called pickled pork shreds.

This is what is being planted now. His Majesty sent people to deliver it to the mansion. I will harvest it while you are busy over there. "

Liu Weiqian's wife brought over stir-fried meat with pickled mustard, delivered by steam engine boat from Xiaqiu Village.

If the green cabbage heads are not pickled into pickles, they can be eaten as normal vegetables, but the taste will be a little different.

After marinating, there are many cooking methods. If you feel it is salty, you can soak it in water. The final texture will be very tender and a little crispy.

Liu Weiqian suddenly froze, then stretched out his hand to grab the lady next to him, and gave her a kiss.

The servants around him turned their heads instantly. In fact, there were only two maids and a steward.

"Let you try the food, where will you eat it?" Liu Weiqian's wife pushed him away and said with a blushing face.

"Yes, let's eat first and then...write tomorrow in the evening."

Liu Weiqian felt relieved. In theory, under special circumstances, the official would write a question book in ten days.

The main reason is that the inns don’t have enough manpower. If you take one person a day, the inns on that road will be too exhausted to handle.

But it depends on the place. This is the upper reaches of the Yangtze River. Send a small boat and it will go by in a hurry.

The White Emperor's farewell speech is among the colorful clouds. A thousand miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day.That's right!
As for some people questioning their participation in politics, and even maliciously criticizing and slandering them, that is correct, but in the end, the apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait cannot stop crying, and the boat has already passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

　Three updates today, starting tomorrow.

　　
　
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